Last spring mum has brought Nike from Israel bedroom-slippers-sabots from almost weightless material, bright, phosphorescing colour. Nika has told, that such it is possible to get only in Israel. This summer everyone respecting Berlin shoe necessarily has these bedroom-slippers in assortment, though in their city landscape absolutely imperceptibly. In a landscape of the Norwegian camping it is a hit number one.
The city of Gameln is well-known for the legend about Krysolove. The legend is that. In 1284 Gameln have suddenly flooded crowds of mice and rats. Every day them became more and more. Rodents destroyed the foodstuffs, people, were not included into whose nearest plans strict diets (other canons of beauty were during those far times), have begun to worry.
Fairly I admit, in the Louvre I was last time about five years ago. And that only because someone from friends has arrived, and I have gone there with them for the company. Tour d'Eiffel does not cause for a long time in me any positive emotions – if frankly the kind with Tour Montparnasse is much more interesting. Galerie Lafayette – mm … unless before Christmas when in show-windows the whole doll representations are played, and each of them – a small masterpiece. Cemeteries in general never involved me, no less than cathedrals. And at the pseudo-Greek restaurants exorbitant prices and disgustingly feed.
We leave a stronghold four-stars tsivillizatsii. Two o'clock in the morning, the beginning of the third, we catch a taxi to reach to bus station «Upper Egypta». The bus to Luxor is promised in three nights. At this time days in streets of Hurgada of tourists it is not visible, windows of numerous gift shops are dark, but brightly shined cafes and snack bars for local where the life proceeds often enough come across. Men sit inside or in the street, smoke a hookah, many look in the TV suspended under a ceiling. Only one men.
To tell the truth, to us too already was to spit on and not come winter. In day we departed to Sri Lanka! Couple of years ago islet has covered with a notorious tsunami, consequences from which are notable till now. And still Sri Lanka are a jungle with hordes of mosquitoes, rice and tea plantations, Buddhist mortars continually, elephants, buffalo s, impudent monkeys and break roads. And here in such country we were soaped three together in individual round. And at all then about it have not regretted!
For quite some time now to me began to seem, that my life loses any value if at least its small slices do not remain in the written down form. Words have started to appear on turns of draught listings of scientific articles which I in a chronic mode write on work. At me it is a lot of turns, they never will come to an end, I never will manage to use up them. I have written my first diary almost one year ago, and it was called New York diary. The innocent whim has strongly become a habit, and here again something is written, and to name to me it it would be desirable so: «the Diary of the Wife». For me the best time to write is time of flight and therefore, the best place is the plane. In any other place I precisely will have doubts: «Instead of whether to be engaged in something more useful?» But the plane takes dispersal to fly up, on the next armchair at a window near to me the husband, and, thus, flies up the diary name is completely justified. Well, have departed!
Cуббота on October, 21st
Doubts and soul throwings are stopped by pressing of several keys the computer, the ticket to Moscow is bought.
Sunday on October, 22nd
Solar, almost as in summer warm midday. We stand in a queue in recently open Aquarium on Unter den Linden, we speak Russian. For us the couple of pensioners was attached. The old man twists a head, tries to listen to our conversation. Asks with not strong accent: «you speak Russian?»
In holiday as it usually is found at Frenchmen, us have amicably expelled in August. The soul was broken off between Portugal and Madiera, and the organism weakened by work pressed for changes of a climate and refused flatly to wander across Lisbon in sorokogradusnuju to heat … As a result has been decided to move on the North.
Our hotel in that part Funshalja which any more absolutely Funshal, and in many guidebooks is called simply „hotel mile“. Exclusively four-stars hotels, with impregnations five-stars, alternate with private apartments. Snack-bars and restaurants with a kind and without a view of the sea, cafe, gift shops, wine shops, car leases, a supermarket, a confectioner's shop, huge shopping centre, again gift shops, ekskurssionnoe a bureau and restaurants, restaurants, restaurants.
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To be turned with the little girl, whose plaits – wheat, the soldier dark-browed though wishes days. Well where still you will meet such summer lightnings as in our Saaremaa in June night … »- Estonian singer George Ots sang in due time. Quite good advertising for small Estonian island! To see summer lightnings and to meet the maiden, and also the set of other interesting things is possible on Saarema and today.
«Ah, it would be necessary to you to go there with the favourite», - provorkovala the nice Estonian granny who has chosen in the bus, going to lake Cali, sitting near to me.